Young Abraham: A Complete Biography
By Wayne Whipple and GP Editors
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Lincoln’s vision as a leader was instilled in him from a young age, and the lessons he learned as a young man carried him into the White House, and into the history books, as one of America’s most commanding figures. The insights offered in this enlightening volume show the formative years of the boy who would become our 16th Preside
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Young Abraham - Wayne Whipple
Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1
ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FOREFATHERS
Chapter 2
ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FATHER AND MOTHER
Chapter 3
THE BOY LINCOLN’S BEST TEACHER
Chapter 4
LEARNING TO WORK
Chapter 5
LOSING HIS MOTHER
Chapter 6
SCHOOL DAYS NOW AND THEN
Chapter 7
ABE AND THE NEIGHBORS
Chapter 8
MOVING TO ILLINOIS
Chapter 9
STARTING OUT FOR HIMSELF
Chapter 10
CLERKING AND WORKING
Chapter 11
POLITICS, WAR, STOREKEEPING AND STUDYING LAW
Chapter 12
BUYING AND KEEPING A STORE
Chapter 13
THE YOUNG LEGISLATOR IN LOVE
Chapter 14
MOVING TO SPRINGFIELD
Chapter 15
LINCOLN & HERNDON
Chapter 16
HIS KINDNESS OF HEART
Chapter 17
WHAT MADE THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN ABRAHAM LINCOLN AND HIS STEPBROTHER
Chapter 18
HOW EMANCIPATION CAME TO PASS
Chapter 19
THE GLORY OF GETTYSBURG
Chapter 20
NO END OF A BOY
Chapter 21
LIEUTENANT TAD LINCOLN, PATRIOT
Introduction
Lincoln from new and Unusual Sources
The boy or girl who reads to-day may know more about the real Lincoln than his own children knew. The greatest President’s son, Robert Lincoln, discussing a certain incident in their life in the White House, remarked to the writer, with a smile full of meaning:
I believe you know more about our family matters than I do!
This is because the entire world loves a lover
—and Abraham Lincoln loved everybody. With all his brain and brawn, his real greatness was in his heart. He has been called the Great-Heart of the White House,
and there is little doubt that more people have heard about him than there are who have read of the original Great-Heart
in The Pilgrim’s Progress.
Indeed, it is safe to say that more millions in the modern world are acquainted with the story of the rise of Abraham Lincoln from a poorly built log cabin to the highest place among the seats of the mighty,
than are familiar with the Bible story of Joseph who arose and stood next to the throne of the Pharaohs.
Nearly every year, especially since the Lincoln Centennial, 1909, something new has been added to the universal knowledge of one of the greatest, if not the greatest man who ever lived his life in the world. Not only those who knew Lincoln,
but many who only saw him once
or shook hands with him, have been called upon to tell what they saw him do or heard him say. So hearty was his kindness toward everybody that the most casual remark of his seems to be charged with deep human affection—the touch of Nature
which has made the whole world kin
to him.
He knew just how to sympathize with everyone. The people felt this, without knowing why, and recognized it in every deed or word or touch, so that those who have once felt the grasp of his great warm hand seem to have been drawn into the strong circuit of Lincoln fellowship,
and were enabled, as if by the laying on of hands,
to speak of him ever after with a deep and tender feeling.
There are many such people who did not rush into print with their observations and experiences. Their Lincoln memories seemed too scared to scatter far and wide. Some of them have yielded, with real reluctance, in relating all for publication in The Story of Young Abraham Lincoln only because they wished their recollections to benefit the rising generation.
Several of these modest folk have shed true light on important phases and events in Lincoln’s life history. For instance, there has been much discussion concerning Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address—where was it written, and did he deliver it from notes?
Now, fifty years after that great occasion, comes a distinguished college professor who unconsciously settles the whole dispute, whether Lincoln held his notes in his right hand or his left—if he used them at all!—while making his immortal little speech.
To a group of veterans of the Grand Army of the Republic he related, casually, what he saw while a college student at Gettysburg, after working his way through the crowd of fifteen thousand people to the front of the platform on that memorable day. From this point of vantage he saw and heard everything, and there is no gainsaying the vivid memories of his first impressions—how the President held the little pages in both hands straight down before him, swinging his tall form to right, to left and to the front again as he emphasized the now familiar closing words, "of the people—by the people—for the people—shall not perish from the earth."
Such data have been gathered from various sources and are here given for the first time in a connected life-story. Several corrections of stories giving rise to popular misconceptions have been supplied by Robert, Lincoln’s only living son. One of these is the true version of Bob’s
losing the only copy of his father’s first inaugural address. Others were furnished by two aged Illinois friends who were acquainted with Abe
before he became famous. One of these explained, without knowing it, a question which has puzzled several biographers—how a young man of Lincoln’s shrewd intelligence could have been guilty of such a misdemeanor, as captain in the Black Hawk War, as to make it necessary for his superior officer to deprive him of his sword for a single day.
A new story is told by a dear old lady, who did not wish her name given, about herself when she was a little girl, when a drove of lawyers riding the old Eighth Judicial District of Illinois,
came to drink from a famous cold spring on her father’s premises. She described the uncouth dress of a tall young man, asking her father who he was, and he replied with a laugh, Oh, that’s Abe Lincoln.
One day in their rounds, as the lawyers came through the front gate, a certain judge, whose name the narrator refused to divulge, knocked down with his cane her pet doll, which was leaning against the fence. The little girl cried over this contemptuous treatment of her child.
Young Lawyer Lincoln, seeing it all, sprang in and quickly picked up the fallen doll. Brushing off the dust with his great awkward hand he said, soothingly, to the wounded little mother-heart:
There now, little Black Eyes, don’t cry. Your baby’s alive. See, she isn’t hurt a bit!
That tall young man never looked uncouth to her after that. It was this same old lady who told the writer that Lawyer Lincoln wore a new suit of clothes for the first time on the very day that he performed the oft-described feat of rescuing a helpless hog from a great deep hole in the road, and plastered his new clothes with mud to the great merriment of his legal friends. This well-known incident occurred not far from her father’s place near Paris, Illinois.
These and many other new and corrected incidents are now collected for The Story Of Young Abraham Lincoln, in addition to the best of everything suitable that was known before—as the highest patriotic service which the writer can render to the young people of the United States of America.
—Wayne Whipple
Chapter 1
ABRAHAM LINCOLN’S FOREFATHERS
Lincoln’s grandfather, for whom he was named Abraham, was a distant cousin to Daniel Boone. The Boones and the Lincolns had intermarried for generations. The Lincolns were of good old English stock. When he was President, Abraham Lincoln, who had never given much attention to the family pedigree, said that the history of his family was well described by a single line in Gray’s Elegy
:
The short and simple annals of the poor.
Yet Grandfather Abraham was wealthy for his day. He accompanied Boone from Virginia to Kentucky and lost his life there. He had sacrificed part of his property to the pioneer spirit within him, and, with the killing of their father, his family lost the rest. They were land poor
in the wilderness of the Dark-and-Bloody-Ground
—the meaning of the Indian name, Ken-tuc-kee.
Grandfather Lincoln had built a solid log cabin and cleared a field or two around it, near the Falls of the Ohio, about where Louisville now stands. But, in the Summer of 1784, the tragic day dawned upon the Lincolns which has come to many a pioneer family in Kentucky and elsewhere. His son Thomas told this story to his children:
How Indians Killed Grandfather Lincoln
"My father—your grandfather, Abraham Lincoln—come over the mountains from Virginia with his cousin, Dan’l Boone. He was rich for them times, as he had property worth seventeen thousand dollars; but Mr. Boone he told Father he could make a good deal more by trappin’ and tradin’ with the Injuns for valuable pelts, or fur skins.
"You know, Dan’l Boone he had lived among the Injuns. He was a sure shot with the rifle so’s he could beat the redskins at their own game. They took him a prisoner oncet, and instead of killin’ him, they was about ready to make him chief—he pretended all the while as how he’d like that—when he got away from ‘em. He was such a good fellow that them Injuns admired his shrewdness, and they let him do about what he pleased. So he thought they’d let Father alone.
"Well, your grandfather was a Quaker, you see, and believed in treatin’ them red devils well—like William Penn done, you know. He was a man for peace and quiet, and everything was goin’ smooth with the tribes of what we called the Beargrass Country, till one day, when he and my brothers, Mordecai—’Mord’ was a big fellow for his age—and Josiah, a few years younger—was out in the clearin’ with the oxen, haulin’ logs down to the crick. I went along too, but I didn’t help much—for I was only six.
"Young as I was, I remember what happened that day like it was only yesterday. It come like a bolt out of the blue. We see Father drop like he was shot—for he was shot! Then I heard the crack of a rifle and I saw a puff of smoke floatin’ out o’ the bushes.
Injuns!
gasps Mord, and starts on the run for the house—to get his gun. Josiah, he starts right off in the opposite direction to the Beargrass fort—we called it a fort, but it was nothin’ but a stockade. The way we boys scattered was like a brood o’ young turkeys, or pa’tridges, strikin’ for cover when the old one is shot. I knowed I’d ought to run too, but I didn’t want to leave my father layin’ there on the ground. Seemed like I’d ought to woke him up so he could run too. Yet I didn’t feel like touchin’ him. I think I must ‘a’ knowed he was dead.
"While I was standin’ still, starin’ like the oxen, not knowin’ what to do, a big Injun come out o’ the brush, with a big knife in his hand. I knowed what he was goin’ to do—skelp my father! I braced up to ‘im to keep ‘im away, an’ he jist laffed at me. I never think what the devil looks like without seein’ that red demon with his snaky black eyes, grinnin’ at me!
Tom Lincoln Chased by Indians
"He picked me up like I was a baby an set me on the sawlog, an’ was turnin’ back to skelp Father, when—biff!—another gun-crack—and Mr. Big Indian he drops jist like your grandfather did, only he wriggles and squirms around, bitin’ the dust—like a big snake for all the world!
"I was standin’ there, kind o’ dazed, watchin’ another puff o’ white smoke, comin’ out between two logs in the side of our house. Then I knowed ‘Mord’ had shot my Injun. He had run in, got the gun down off’n the wall, an’ peekin’ out through a crack, he sees that Injun takin’ hold o’ me. Waitin’ till the ol’ demon turns away, so’s not to hit me, ‘Mord’ he aims at a silver dangler on Mr. Injun’s breast and makes him drop in his tracks like I said. Your Uncle ‘Mord’ he was a sure shot—like Cousin Dan’l Boone.
"Then I hears the most blood-curdlin’ yells, and a lot o’ red devils jump out o’ the bushes an’ come for me brandishin’ their tomahawks an’ skelpin’ knives. It was like hell broke loose. They had been watchin’ an’, of course, ‘twas all right to kill Father, but when ‘Mord’ killed one o’ their bucks, that made a big difference. I had sense enough left to run for the house with them Injuns after me. Seemed like I couldn’t run half as fast as usual, but I must ‘a’ made purty good time, from what ‘Mord’ an’ Mother said afterward.
"He said one was ahead o’ the rest an’ had his tomahawk risen to brain me with it when—Bing!—an’ ‘Mord’ fetches him down like he did the fellow that was goin’ to skelp Father. That made the others mad an’ they took after me, but ‘Mord’ he drops the head one jist when he’s goin’ to hit me. But all I knowed at the time was that them red devils was a-chasin’ me, and I’d got to ‘leg it’ for dear life!
"When I gits near enough to the house, I hears Mother and ‘Mord’ hollerin’ to make me run faster and go to the door, for Mother had it open jist wide enough to reach out an’ snatch me in—when the third Injun was stoopin’ to grab me, but ‘Mord’ makes him bite the dust like the others.
"My, but wasn’t them Injuns mad! Some of ‘em sneaked around behind the house—they had to give ‘Mord’s’ gun